In the eyes of everyone who was looking forward to it, Zhuo Wenna's punch was like a dazzling sun, hitting the drum head with the power of breaking a bamboo and the momentum of a rainbow.
Boom!
A thunderous sound sounded, with the big drum as the center, and the terrifying coercion spread like a circular wave. It was like the pressure of the power of God crushing down, acting on Zhuo Wen, making his knees slightly bent, and the decisive fist he waved,
It actually froze like a mud cow entering the sea.
"Zhuowen! The pressure of the tenth stroke of the morning bell and dusk drum is ten times more terrifying than the ninth stroke. Just when you struck the ninth stroke, you have already suffered considerable internal injuries. It is extremely difficult. Do you think that with your current strength?
, is it possible to withstand this tenth blow?"
At the edge of the stage, Huangfu Wuji hugged his shoulders with his hands, and there was a hint of mockery on his handsome face. He was far stronger than Zhuo Wen. Although he could withstand the pressure of the tenth blow, he still seemed quite reluctant.
But the boy in front of him was much weaker than him. If he tried to ring the morning bell and evening drum for the tenth time, he would undoubtedly be using his arms as a chariot, and he was trying to shake the tree with his hands, and he was overestimating his own capabilities.
Kick, kick, kick!
Three steps, under this pressure, Zhuo Wen took three steps back. At this moment, Zhuo Wen was breathing rapidly, his eyes were red, and beads of sweat like soybeans were flowing down his forehead.
Seeing Zhuo Wen's reluctance, the mocking look on Huangfu Wuji's lips became more intense, and the spectators around him shook their heads and sighed. They knew that it was impossible for Zhuo Wen to ring the tenth time.
If you take one step back, you will step back step by step!
"The demon-suppressing green coffin, open it for me!"
A low roar like a beast came from Zhuo Wen's throat, and Zhuo Wen's right hand was seen tapping the green coffin behind him.
Creak!
A strange sound sounded, and the lid of the green coffin was opened by Zhuo Wen. Suddenly, a pressure that shocked the world flowed out from the gap in the green coffin, stabilizing Zhuo Wen's retreating figure.
Huangfu Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the cyan coffin behind Zhuo Wen, with a solemn look on his face, and secretly said: "The coffin behind this kid is not simple, it can actually exude such terrifying pressure, but it's really impossible just to do that.
The tenth ring..."
Before Huangfu Wuji finished speaking, there was another creaking sound, and Zhuo Wen suddenly opened the lid of the green coffin by a third. An even more terrifying pressure, with Zhuo Wen as the center, formed countless floating clouds.
The air flow was like an upside-down waterfall, extremely terrifying.
Kick, kick, kick!
Three more steps, these three steps were not retreat, but forward. Then Zhuo Wen bowed his waist, and with the help of the pressure of Qing Coffin, he punched again. This punch almost solidified, and the three hundred and sixty five in his body
All the explosive power of this acupuncture point is a desperate move.
Boom!
The melodious drum sound, accompanied by ring-shaped sound waves, centered on the big drum, spread around the stage, resounding through the sky, shocking the sky and the earth, and had a unique style.
At this moment, the entire Lan Yue Pavilion fell into a strange silence. No one spoke or made any noise. Everyone tacitly turned their attention to the center of the stage, the young man carrying the green coffin.
.
The tenth beat! The morning bell and evening drum were beaten again for the tenth time, and it was an unknown young man.
The strange silence did not last long, and an overwhelming uproar erupted in the crowd like thunder.
"Incredible! This boy actually hit the ring for the tenth time. Doesn't that mean that the record is equal to that of His Highness the Second Prince?"
"Both of them beat each other ten times, so does that mean that their gambling fight should be a draw?"
"Probably! The second step of consecration is extremely difficult. Although this kid can beat the drum ten times, it is basically impossible to cause the drum to resonate. It should be considered a draw."
Huangfu Wuji was stunned. He could no longer maintain the smile on his face. He opened his mouth slightly and stared at Zhuo Wen. He really couldn't believe that the young man in front of him, whom he had never paid attention to, actually beat him for the tenth time. Already.
In Lanyue Pavilion, Wen Aoxue's cold and pretty face could no longer remain calm. Her beautiful eyes were staring straight at Zhuo Wen's back, her lips were slightly opened, and she whispered: "It's the tenth beat? Yes. Is it a fluke?"
Because she had always doubted Zhuo Wen, Wen Aoxue still couldn't believe that Zhuo Wen relied on his own strength to hit the tenth blow, so he subconsciously thought that this son was lucky enough to hit the tenth blow.
The eyes of everyone in Muqin County were shining with excitement. The Zhuo Wen in front of them was the genius of their Muqin County. As a member of Muqin County, they naturally had a sense of belonging and glory in their hearts. .
"Brother Lu! When you told me that this son is the strongest representative of your Muqin County, I still didn't believe it. Now it seems that I am really judging the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." Qiu Shaoyun's mouth was bitter, He said to Lu Yitao quite complicatedly.
Lu Yitao was also shocked in his heart. He knew that Zhuo Wen was very strong, but his guess was only as high as Wen Aoxue's. But he didn't expect that Zhuo Wen's record of beating the war drum actually surpassed Wen Aoxue's and tied Huangfu Wuji's record.
Obviously, Lu Yitao still underestimated Zhuo Wen's potential and strength.
"What a freak! It seems that in this nine-county battle, our Mu Qinhou Mansion is really going to shine."
After the shock, Lu Yitao's mouth showed a happy smile. With Zhuo Wen here, they and Mu Qin County may achieve unprecedented good results in this nine-county battle, and he is extremely looking forward to this.
"He still hasn't changed!" Mu Xue's peerless face hidden by the gauze revealed a faint smile, and her beautiful eyes focused on Zhuo Wen.
"Master Zhuo, congratulations on ringing the morning bell and evening drum ten times. You also know the second step, right? If you sing your tune and the drum resonates, then you are considered a success."
Mo Yan Wushang, who had no hope at first, now had beautiful eyes that were shining brightly. What she didn't expect was that the underappreciated young man in front of her could actually ring ten times, and his record was directly catching up with Huangfu Wuji's.
Perhaps, this person may resonate with the morning bells and evening drums.
"Damn it! His record was evened by this bitch. It seems that there is no way to deal with him. We can only wait for the battle between the nine counties to get rid of his energy."
Huangfu Wuji frowned slightly, and Zhuo Wen also beat the drum ten times. The bet between them was a draw, and naturally it was meaningless. Of course, Huangfu Wuji didn't think that Zhuo Wen could successfully consecrate the light, and even he couldn't resonate with the big drum. How could this kid in front of me be so virtuous and capable? How could he possibly do it?
At this moment, Zhuo Wen focused his eyes on the big drum. After beating it ten times, the pressure displayed on the surface of the big drum no longer resisted him, but accepted him, so now Zhuo Wen did not feel the slightest depression.
However, Zhuo Wen did not compose music immediately, but gently stroked it. The rusty drum in front of him, the mottled drum body, and the dried blood stains on the drum head all revealed the vicissitudes and extraordinaryness of this drum.
After beating the drum ten times, Zhuo Wen could clearly hear a hint of sadness from the melodious drum sound, a hint of regret for unrealized ambitions. Once, this was the war drum that started the war on the battlefield, and this was the sound of the war in the barracks.
A weapon to inspire soldiers.
This drum should have been on the battlefield, praising the tenderness of iron and blood, lamenting the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, lamenting the corpses wrapped in horse leather, but now it is buried in such a romantic place as Zuichun Pavilion, and it is unwilling to accept it.
"Are you very unwilling?"
Stroking the surface of the big drum and feeling the fluctuations coming from the drum, Zhuo Wen also felt ripples in his heart. Living in this impetuous world, where the weak are eaten by the strong and the weak are eliminated, Zhuo Wen is even more unwilling to do so.
“When I was drunk and looked at the sword with the light on, I dreamed about the trumpet-blowing camp!”
A faint voice slowly sounded from Zhuo Wen's mouth, and Zhuo Wen also moved at this moment, slamming the back of his fist on the drum head, resounding with a series of regretful and unwilling music.
"Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates are burning, and the sound of fifty-stringed strings rolling outside the Great Wall!"
At this moment, Zhuo Wen began to dance unconsciously. His unruly figure was like a wild goose spreading its wings, waving freely on the stage. At some point, a bone gun of about ten feet appeared in his hand, with a cold light flashing and a sharp gun light.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of drums accompanied the singing, setting off the gun dance. At this moment, everyone seemed to be integrated into the artistic conception of Zhuo Wen's song.
They seemed to be able to imagine in their minds that in the dead of night, a strong man was drunk and turning on the lights again and again, looking at the sword that had been with him for many years, eager to go to the battlefield and launch the Northern Expedition.
He felt in a daze that it was already dawn, and loud and majestic horns sounded in the continuous military camps. He rewarded the soldiers with large pieces of roast beef and let them share; the military band played high-pitched and exciting frontier war songs to boost the momentum.
.On the battlefield of Qiufeng Xunxu, he inspected the various troops and horses in preparation for the expedition.
"On the battlefield, there are autumn troops. The horse is flying fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. It will end the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation before and after death!"
A burst of passionate songs sounded again, and the mood changed again at this moment, as if we were on the battlefield. The soldiers galloped on horses, as fast as "Delu", with lightning speed; they drew their strong bows and fired thousands of arrows, sounding like "thunderbolt"
, thrilling. The enemy collapsed and was completely defeated. He led the soldiers to finally complete the great cause of regaining the lost territory and unifying the dynasty, and won an immortal reputation during his life and death.
Along with this passionate song, everyone's mood was aroused. This fierce and fierce momentum made many people feel turbulent and unable to calm down for a long time.
"Pity happens in vain!"
When the poem came to an end, the most passionate emotions finally fell away. It turned out that the magnificent military appearance, the fierce battle, the glorious victory, and the eternal fame were all just dreams.
A strong sense of regret and tragedy is vividly expressed in this last sentence. In the end, it turns out that it was all a dream. What an unwilling and regretful thing!
After hearing this last sentence, everyone around them all took it in and sighed quietly, their feelings of unwillingness and regret reaching the extreme.
Boom!
At this moment, the silent drum suddenly buzzed and erupted with an extremely terrifying light...